Wednesday’s NaBloPoMo question,
What’s your favourite poem? (And if you don’t have one, why?)
There was a young hooker from Kew
Who filled her vagina with glue
She said with a grin
“If they pay to get in
They can pay to get out of it too!”
And Thursday’s,
Define “freedom.”
Mostly, the freedom to post tasteless limericks. 